The cold and I

I never enjoyed either of the extremes in temperature, and it wasn't until I got into sea kayaking that I learned to dress for the cold. Suddenly, there was something I enjoyed doing in winter (other than taking a southern vacation...but I digress). Many a day, the neighbors would watch from behind frosted windows while I hefted the boat onto my Blazer and took off for Lake Michigan. Up to now, or at least a few weeks ago, this had been a dream winter with many days seeing temps above 40F. Now, however, we are not seeing temps above freezing. The chill factor right now is -8F. And, I might add, I don't feel like paddling out there.

It's safe to say that I was not an Inuit in a previous life or, if I was, I ended it all sitting on an ice berg. Even walking Ansel in the morning requires a layer of insulating underwear, Jeans, fleece top, snow pants, fleece socks and heavy waterproof boots. I also wear a pull over hood with a warm watch cap under that. There are also, of course, ski gloves. Once outside, it doesn't seem too bad, but I enjoy coming back in and having coffee.

I can tell you that I don't particularly like Milwaukee. It is a tax hell, and (as I've blogged on before) it is citified in all directions except east. Why do I stay? Family and wonderful friends are here along with one of the Great Lakes and plenty of inland lakes as well. It is also of some importance that, as I and Lady Linda grow older, I have wonderful contacts all over the city, including the medical profession. I can get things done here. Did I mention that I will have a grandson in May in Cincinnati (an 8 hour drive or one hour plane ride from here)?

Moving to warm weather would mean finding an ocean coast city and starting all over again. The thought of that seems overwhelming to me, especially when I cant' get myself to step out of the front door on some days.

Paddle safe...

DS